We decided to get an early start and explore some of the sights of Litchfield. Adam was still a bit concerned about crocodiles, but Dave McAleer had called to check that we had goggles as the place was teaming with fish and female backpackers. Adam seemed to have a whole new enthusiasm for swimming.
We checked out Buley Waterhole, Tolmer Falls and some other fantastic falls. We decided that we would be able to get a coffee at Batchelor. Adam suggested the Butterfly Farm. I wasn’t hopeful. After speaking to about 3 Asian backpackers we finally found one who understood what coffee was. I wasn’t hopeful plus we’d broken the Asian barista rule (3 times). Then the proprietor came out. A big burley pommie hippie. He told us he had the 3 B’s. I was hoping for the 3 c’s. Coffee, cappucino, coffee. He instead had butterflies, bunnies and bullshit. He also told us a story about rigging accommodation prices in Batchelor. Anyway not sure how any of this was helping. The coffee was bearable.
We headed for Darwin.
I’d decided that I wanted to send back some of the fishing rods.
With just Becs and I 15 rods seemed like overkill. I thought Adam could take them back on the plane. I dropped Adam at his niece’s and headed to the airport to pick up Becs. I thought it would be a great opportunity to ask about taking the rods. Now Adam is a cheapskate and was flying Jetstar which instantly means anything out of the ordinary is going to cost you. There was no check in for Jetstar but apparently it’s handled by Virgin (go figure). So I asked. Apparently if it’s wrapped up so the diameter is not more than 2cm and the length is no more than 2.3m and you arrive on a Wednesday between 10 and 3 they will do it for a $25 handling fee. I did point out that a guy that had just got off Qantas and had a 3m fishing rod tube.
My lovely wife arrived on time and funnily enough one of Connie’s friends was on the same flight.
We had a terrific afternoon getting supplies. The next day I decided to wash the car. I’ve never used one of those self service car washes before
but now I realise how efficient they are. When your coins are dropping through the machine at $1 per minute it really focusses you. Especially when you realise the machine doesn’t take credit cards so you spend half an hour finding an ATM. When you get back to the carwash you find it doesn’t take $50 notes so you have to buy a toothbrush from the chemist to get change.
One thing I did notice in Darwin is that fat girls don’t wear black tights. That’s because it’s too hot. Instead they wear shorts which don’t do anything to make you look slim. Neither do tattoos, although maybe they divert your attention and you don’t realise people are fat. I don’t think so. Everyone in Darwin has a tattoo. I’m thinking if someone didn’t have a tattoo in Darwin you couldn’t trust them.
Great dinner at Hanamun, lunch at Darwin Sailing Club where I learnt that it is an old sailing tradition to not wear your cap at the bar (a piece of information I’m not planning on using again) and burgers at a great bar down on the water at Cullen Bay. A happening place.
Tomorrow is the start of phase 2. The Kimberleys.
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